It was late winter of 1989. Kelly and I were on vacation in Florida. We'd married after she graduated from college, and our vacations since then were pretty much just a long weekend here and there or some camping trips. This was our first “fly away” destination.
A year ago, a close friend of Kelly’s at work had shared their experience visiting the famous nude beach in South Florida. Since then, Kelly was on a mission. She had been visiting the tanning beds for about six months and had an amazing bronze all-over tan. She had also been going to the Y for almost a year. She'd had that hard fifteen pounds to lose but had met her goal. Her body had a more womanly shape than when she was a young teenager. Being back to the same weight as high school left her looking smoking hot.
Kelly got back her 32F boobs. Before the weight loss, she was up to a 34F. Kelly doesn’t have much of a torso, she’s all leg. Her legs were now so toned, in heels, they were to die for. She still has her bubble butt but now you can bounce a quarter off it if you want.
The big change was her hair. Kelly finally cut her ultra-long hair. It was almost to her ankles when she had it cut. Kelly got caught up in the style of the day. She dyed her hair blond and it was huge, blown all the way up and out with a can or two of hairspray. If anyone is keeping track, Kelly and I are both twenty-nine years old now.
It was unseasonably cool when we arrived. We had rented a condo for the week, so the weather didn’t bother me too much. We had spent most of the past two days naked and fucking on pretty much every piece of furniture in the place. Kelly was horny as hell. It’s as though just the thought of Florida had her dripping.
Today the weather snapped and it was back to normal heat and sunshine. We arrived at the beach early in the afternoon. It was active, but not packed by any means. We set up our stuff and took a quick stroll. Kelly left her bikini on as we walked. I think she wanted to be double sure we were in the right place. It was a tiny yellow one with small triangles over her boobs. The bottom was a thong with a small “loincloth” hanging over her ass. After we saw a couple of dozen nude folks Kelly removed her top.
Considering the heat, I would have expected her nipples to be melted down, nearly flat. They were not. They were jutting straight out and looked like red peanut M&M’s. Kelly was turned on. When we got back to our towels I pulled off my trunks and laid down. Kelly looked around and saw a guy and girl forty feet away or so. The girl was on her tummy. The guy was watching Kelly. She looked right at him and seductively lowered her bottoms. Kelly was shaved bare, and she could tell the guy was trying to make out what she had on her mound. Kelly sat down and we slathered each up with lotion. I made that sure Kelly’s nipples, labia, and ass crack was completely protected.
Two months ago, I'd bought Kelly for Christmas the tattoo that she had been wanting. She asked me to just drop her off at the parlor and pick her up when she was ready. She had scoped out several places in the area and chosen this one. She had an appointment on a quiet Wednesday night between Christmas and New Year’s. The artist greeted her and took her to a private room. Kelly had worn a sweater, short skirt, and knee-high “Eskimo” boots.
She sat down to remove her boots. The artist offered to help. Kelly’s knee went up as he tugged and he caught his first glimpse of her twat. He complimented her feet. Kelly has very cute feet and had painted her toes. Kelly decided, “What the hell?”, turned her ass to him, and pulled down her skirt. She got up in the chair and put her legs in the stirrups. She was naked from the waist down. The artist seemed surprised but stayed cool and started his work. Kelly was getting a red rose on her mound. The rose was in full bloom with a fairly short stem. The whole design was about three inches around. If she wanted to grow out her pubes it could be hidden.
There was only one other guy working and he was watching the desk. They mentioned that Kelly was the only appointment of the day and they had only three or four folks all day that walked in to browse.
The artist had been working for probably fifteen minutes and Kelly moaned. He stopped and asked if the pain was too much? Kelly said, “No, not at all.” She explained the vibrating of the needle and his wiping motion, combined with where his hand was sitting, had her close to an orgasm. “Put your fingers in me. Please. Do it now. Please!”
He tugged off his gloves and shoved two fingers into her twat and started pumping them in and out. It only took a couple of minutes for Kelly to cum. She tried to be quiet, but it felt so, so good to cum. Her “Please don’t stop!” was probably also too loud. She really didn’t want to rat out the artist. Kelly wrestled her sweater over her head and was tugging on her nipples as she helped herself cum again. The artist was really slamming his hand into her.
Her attempt at silence didn’t work. The other guy walked into the room, came over and leered at her naked body. He was very much the Bad Boy-looking type. “Whip it out” she ordered him. He pulled out a flaccid, yet long cock. It had FUCK ME tattooed down the top of his cock from the base to the head. Kelly pulled his cock to her mouth. She sucked him like his cock was her last meal on earth.
Kelly came again. The guy in her mouth didn’t last long after that. He filled her mouth with a load of warm salty cum. Kelly opened her mouth to him to show off his deposit. She swallowed it down and pulled his still hard dick back into her mouth. She sucked him until his shaft was dry and his cock went limp. He tucked it into his jeans and told the artist that he had locked the front door and was taking off.
Kelly thanked the artist for getting her off. He resumed his work. The artist was working on the stem of the rose which was very close to the top of her slit. He had the heel of his hand resting on her clit. The vibrating of the pen made Kelly cum again. The guy knew exactly what he was doing. He could clearly see the lubrication dripping from Kelly onto the chair. He announced he was finished.
Kelly said, “No you’re not.” He looked at her, puzzled. “Fuck me.” He stepped back and stripped naked. His cock was hard and pointing to the sky. He walked up to the chair and slid his head up and down her slit, back and forth across her clit. Kelly was moaning. He pulled it down and popped it right into her vagina.
Kelly said, “I have to get one of these chairs!” She couldn’t believe how perfect it was for fucking.
This guy was a pro. He changed positions every five or ten minutes. He fucked her in every position imaginable in, on and around the chair. Then he pulled her up and went to a couch out in the front lobby area. Kelly loved it! The lights were off out there, but between the street lights and backroom lights, anyone walking by on the sidewalk could still look in and clearly see them fucking.
He had fucked her in a few positions on the couch. Kelly was in a reverse-cowgirl, looking at the front of the store. A guy walked past. He stopped, turned around, came back to the front window, stuck his nose against the glass and saw a naked Kelly. Her tits jutted out and jiggled as she was bouncing up and down on the artist. The voyeur gave her a thumbs-up sign and watched her fuck. Kelly loved to be watched and came with a screaming orgasm. It was pretty clear the guy heard her cum. He watched for another few minutes and then moved on.
Kelly was moved to a new position. She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized he had been fucking her for over an hour and through more orgasms than she could count. Kelly was on her back on the couch and his ass was bouncing up and down, nailing her cunt to the couch. He pulled out and crawled up on her chest. He stroked his cock, which was aimed at her face. His orgasm hit and he blew stream after stream of cum hitting her in the hair, across her face, down her chin and onto the cleavage between her boobs. She was cum-drenched in every sense of the phrase.
Kelly called and asked me to pick her up. They went back to the room where they had left their clothes. Just before Kelly grabbed her clothes he asked if he could take a couple of pictures. Kelly said “Sure.” He took close-ups of her tattoo, her cunt, her face full of cum and several full-body sexy posed shots. He offered her a towel to wipe up. Kelly declined and left his cum where it had landed.
I could see the cum on her face. She relayed the whole experience. Her beaver was too sore to fuck, but I got a hell of a blowjob once we got home…
We were naked on the beach. Kelly had the soles of her feet touching, her knees down flat on the towel and her cunt was spread wide open. Probably fifty people had strolled by. Some glanced, some looked, a handful stopped and stared. One young guy was fixated and started to get hard. His girlfriend grabbed his cock and drug him away. Kelly's vagina was constantly leaking lubrication. A trail went down her ass to the growing wet spot on the blanket.
Then this guy who looked to be fifty – sixty-something, who was brown as leather, stopped. He said “Your tattoo is beautiful. Could I take a closer look?” Kelly nodded. He stepped onto her towel and sunk to his knees. Kelly had unconsciously moved her legs wider apart to accommodate him. He was just a foot away from her pussy. His cock was uncut and very long. He should have painted elephant ears on his chest to go with his trunk. He started chatting her up about her tattoo. As they discussed the tattoo, Kelly could feel much more wetness leaking from her vagina and had a small river running down her ass crack.
His cock was getting hard, rising up and aiming straight at her hole. He grabbed his cock and slid the sheath off of the head (which was surprisingly bright pink). He stopped and said, “How rude. Do you mind if I continue?” Kelly nodded again and smiled. He started jacking off. Kelly slid her hands down and stretched her slit open even further. He was jacking faster. Kelly started to flick her clit.
I realized I was hard as a rock and my cock was aiming at the sky. I rolled over onto my side. I noticed two older, very tanned guys had walked up to the other side of Kelly. Both were stroking their cocks furiously. One of them stepped up and dribbled his load onto her right boob. The next guy dropped to his knees and launched a small load onto the same boob.
The guy between her knees was there. He unloaded a torrent of cum from her belly button to her cunt and onto her towel. Once he finished, Kelly pulled herself up and kissed him on the lips. He thanked her for the experience and headed off.
A couple had been watching the action from their towel twenty feet away or so. They walked over and said “Hello. That was fun to watch.” The female looked to be maybe forty and built, tan, a sexy figure and huge bolt-on knockers with gigantic areolae; they had to be four inches across, with tiny, hardly visible, nipples in the center. She kneeled down next to me and tugged my cock. I rolled onto my back, she swung a leg over me, grabbed the base of my cock and lowered herself onto me. She was incredibly talented. She was working me with vagina muscles in what was a new experience for me.
The guy looked at Kelly and said: “Would you like a partner?” I think Kelly felt like she was having a fever dream. She just nodded, yet again. He laid down on her and fucked her in the Missionary position. Kelly got into it and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Soon another pair of old guys joined us. One kneeled next to me and the lady pulled his cock to her mouth. The other guy kneeled by Kelly’s head. Soon he shot his small load onto her face. The guy by me pulled out and shot a nice load on her fake tits.
I looked over at the guy fucking Kelly. He was also probably sixty-something. But he was fucking her for all he was worth. Kelly had an orgasm. He fucked real fast for a minute, then pulled out and shot his load on her tummy. I told his partner that I was going to cum. She hopped off and sucked my cock. I blew a huge load into her mouth. She did a catch and release, turned and spit my load into the sand.
We all chatted for a few minutes. They were locals and tried to talk us into visiting again tomorrow. Kelly committed us for a return visit. They went and packed up and left. We stayed for maybe another half-hour. A handful of men and women gawked at Kelly as they walked by and saw all of the cum on her. I think I had a few looks from the ladies checking out my dick. We packed up and headed out. Kelly was again wearing dried cum as a badge of honor. She had on her bikini top and a pair of short shorts.
We had rented a convertible. On the drive back to the condo she had pulled out her tits to flash two cars full of young guys. We cleaned up and headed out for the night.
Kelly was wearing a short print dress. It buttoned from the top to the bottom and she had it unbuttoned down to her nipples. The dress was all she was wearing. The restaurant we went to was packed so we ate at the bar. The bartender was loving the cleavage and she had unbuttoned the dress to her navel. She had it pulled open wide enough to show some areola. The bartender was smiling appreciatively at her.
We were at the end of the bar, Kelly at the corner. She tugged up the bottom of her dress. She would swing her knees back and forth flashing a couple of guys next to her but in a very not-on-purpose-at-all kind of a way. I watched the guys elbow bump each other catching her tits and her beaver flashes. They left and she flashed another guy who hoped his wife wouldn’t catch him looking. Dinner and drinks were great. The bartender slipped her another glass of wine, “on the house”. Kelly tipped him by discreetly slipping her dress open showing him a full boob and hard nipple. He gave her a “Cheers!” with his glass of water.
When we left Kelly was horny as hell. We drove past an adult store. Kelly said, “Turn around! I want to go to that store!”
Kelly unbuttoned several buttons up from the bottom of her dress. There were only three buttons now around her waist holding it together. Kelly was immediately disappointed that there were no private movie booths or glory holes. She spent plenty of time squatting and flashing customers. Most would look away, embarrassed they had been noticed. One guy didn’t turn away and gave her a broad smile as she squatted a few feet away from him. She tugged her dress to her waist and spread her knees wide. Her cunt was on full display. She also pulled open the top and let her tits out. She could see the guy was pitching a tent. She stood up, walked up to him and rubbed his cock over his slacks.
He put his hands on her tits and played with her nipples. He whispered, “There’s a restroom down that hall.” She slipped her dress back over her boobs and slipped discreetly into the restroom. A couple of minutes later he joined her. She had removed her dress and hung it on the back of the door. He pulled out his cock and Kelly sucked him.
She leaned over the sink and said, “Fuck me quickly.”
He slid in, fucked hard for five minutes and shot his load inside her. He packaged up his dick and left immediately. Kelly sat down, drained her pussy and went pee. She put the dress back on and came out to find me.
“Where did you disappear, you horny little devil?” I asked.
“That guy cashing out scratched my itch,” she said.
I showed her a vibrator I had picked out for her. She cooed over the look and feel. I cashed out. Kelly noticed a guy staring at her. She pulled up her dress and flashed her tattooed pussy at him.
The strip club was just a few minutes down the road. We used valet parking. Kelly ensured that the young man who opened her door got an eyeful of pussy as she exited the car. Some cash ensured were seated up right at the stage. Now, I’ll just say this once: If you really want to have fun at a strip club, take a fun woman with you. You will have ten times the fun and attention from the girls if you’re with a woman.
Kelly was the one passing out the singles as girls danced on stage. This place was fully nude and Kelly was always getting a face full of beautifully shaved and wonderfully perfumed pussies. She would study it, smile approvingly, and then slide a bill into the garter. One girl knelt in front of her, grabbed her head on both sides and pulled her into her groin and then shook Kelly’s head side to side. Kelly stuck out her tongue. The girl stopped shaking her and pulled her tight to her slit. Between the girl’s legs and Kelly’s hair, no one could see that Kelly was flat-tongue licking the strippers clit.
This girl quickly became Kelly’s favorite of the night. Kelly has great taste - this girl was smoking hot! She was a petite brunette with perfect natural B cups, a cute face, and a drop-dead gorgeous little butt. Plus, she was just plain fun. Way too many strippers have an attitude. Not her (she goes by Brandi).
Brandi was working her way around the room. She was wearing a long, see-through robe and the tiniest of G-strings. She stopped at Kelly’s chair. Kelly turned to her side. Brandi sat on Kelly’s thigh and ground herself into Kelly’s leg while pulling Kelly’s face to her chest. Kelly sucked in the nipple staring at her. Brandi moved her to her other nipple. Kelly’s spread her knees apart and the bottom of her dress fell open. Brandi saw her shaved snatch. She reached a hand down and pulled a finger up through her slit. Brandi asked Kelly her name, what brought us in, had we been to the club before, etc. She ran her finger through Kelly’s slit one more time and then leaned into Kelly’s ear. “We’ll have some fun later…”
Brandi moved on and our focus was drawn back to the dancer on stage. Some people to Kelly’s right side left and a group of three guys sat down. They were about our age. Kelly struck up a conversation with the guy next to her. They were also from the Midwest and in town for a conference. I could tell as time went on that Kelly was shamelessly flirting with him. They were comparing notes on each of the dancers. He shifted to sitting sideways in his chair facing Kelly. His left arm was on the back of her chair. It helped block the fact that his right hand was on her knee and moving north.
Kelly’s left leg pushed against mine. She was spreading her legs open. I gave her room and could tell when he had penetrated her. She got quiet and the conversation stopped. It was just a couple of minutes later when Kelly reached over and death-gripped my arm and shoulder. She held me tight as she orgasmed. After she came she leaned into his ear and was whispering.
He moved back to face the stage and moved his chair right up next to Kelly’s. Kelly used her right hand to fish out his cock. She was slowly jacking him. The girl that came to the stage was the best one of the night. She was a gorgeous, dark-skinned black girl with long legs and a shaved snatch. She was amazing on the pole. She would climb to the top, put both ankles behind her head and spin around coming down the pole while slapping her pussy, which was spread wide open showing a deep pink gash contrasting with her black skin.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to her. She just oozed sex appeal. Kelly started jacking her guy much faster. Every cock in the joint had to be hard watching the stripper, only this guy was also getting his dick wanked. I saw him lean down and say something to Kelly. Her other hand went to his crotch also. Kelly jacked him into her hand and then nonchalantly, while everyone watched the black girl, walked to the restroom to wash her hands. I saw him zip up. He tipped his beer to me and said: “You are one lucky son of a bitch!”
Kelly returned and sat down. She pulled up her skirt so she wasn’t sitting on it. Her pussy had a flow of lube running. She didn’t want a wet spot on her dress. Instead, she dripped onto the upholstered chair.
Brandi was on the stage for her second show. She didn’t pay Kelly much attention until the third dance. She was fully nude. She worked her way around the stage, mostly squatting and giving guys a pussy flash to get tips tucked into her garter. She finally got to Kelly and again pulled her head into her cunt. Again, Brandi’s legs and Kelly’s hair hid what was actually happening, but guys around the stage used their imagination to fill in the gap.
